Chapter 184
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 184
Chapter Title: Energetic Morning Smooth Stool!
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Jin Baram bolted to the bathroom the moment he woke up and enjoyed a refreshing bowel movement.
After a lightning-fast face wash, he emerged from the bathroom in under five minutes, feeling utterly invigorated.
The Jin Baram who used to sit on the toilet playing mobile games was gone.
Wasting nearly thirty minutes in that tiny space!
He'd start with the excuse of sitting and waiting for the urge to come, turn on a game just for the login bonus, then dive into the daily quests. This one's quick, just the login for the next game, let this auto-hunt run... and suddenly time had vanished, leaving him barely catching the bus.
'Hah, the world! Sitting too long on the toilet pools blood in your hemorrhoids!'
His veins were already clogged with blood from varicose issues—this was the absolute worst way to make it worse.
On top of that, his habit of gaming instead of going right away had conditioned him like Pavlov's dog, delaying the signal even more.
Fortunately, the habit broke fast.
With smooth morning relief, he left the house early enough to have spare time for work.
'Nice weather—maybe squeeze in some exercise?'
Unlike his old half-asleep arrivals at the office, he could now get off one stop early and enjoy a ten-minute walk.
'Thank you!'
He even bowed to the Seongsu Clinic sign on his way.
'Thirty minutes! Stretching!'
Safety first on the bus, but at the office, he set vibration alarms to stretch his back every half hour.
Of course, he'd also bought a hemorrhoid cushion and sitz bath kit.
The post-work sitz baths quickly became habit—not a chore at all.
He even started looking forward to that warm soak before the end of the day.
The subtle addictiveness of the herbal scent rising from the bottom up was therapeutic.
Fixing his habits while repeating treatments with ointments and pills brought gradual changes.
'Looking good today too!'
No pain.
No blood.
The days of choking back tears at the sight of red streaks were over.
Blood had stopped, and bowel movements no longer hurt.
After three months of shame and fear, things were finally looking up.
"The congestion has mostly settled. You're at about seventy percent. Keep up the treatment to the end."
He'd stopped by the clinic for more ointment and pills, and got a full check-up while there.
"Hueeeeng! Thank you! Director!"
It was improving, but this much already?
Jin Baram burst into tears in his heart.
"Glad to see such quick progress. Must have been terrifying."
He nodded furiously.
"I was so scared, embarrassed, exhausted! Every trip to the bathroom, I'd think, it'll be fine tomorrow, right? Just a little cut... Uhheuk, thank you!"
"I get it. No more worries."
"Thank youuuu!"
Jin Baram dashed straight to the bakery.
He used to not get why people bought gifts for paid services, be it hospitals or anywhere else.
But today, something welled up inside him—he couldn't just walk away.
To express even a fraction of his gratitude, he bought a gift and headed back.
'Hahaha! My butt's clean!'
Not quite 100 percent cured yet, but the smooth progress was pure joy.
And the next day.
"Just how long do you sit in that bathroom? Thirty minutes every time at work—that's ten hours a month! Time to dock your pay, no?"
The manager jabbed a finger toward the restrooms and barked.
Fortunately, Jin Baram didn't catch it.
"Sorry..."
A not-so-close coworker from his intake class hung his head and took the scolding.
Once the manager returned to his desk, the coworker lifted his head—face beet red.
It could have been shame from the reprimand.
But a strong hunch hit him, one only fellow sufferers could feel.
"Jin hyung, don't tell me..."
"No way you too, Baram?"
Bingo.
"Swing by here after work."
Jin Baram recommended the clinic right away.
"This sitz bath stuff is amazing, right? Thanks. Suffered all this time without knowing! Mom and Dad love it too!"
"Huh? What's that about?"
"Oh, Baram recommended the hemorrhoid ointment and sitz bath—it's that good!"
The guy was diligent and great at work... but zero tact.
Why bring up hemorrhoids in the company cafeteria, of all places?
"~~~~~~!"
As a fellow sufferer, he'd shared it, but he didn't want rumors flying that he was a hemorrhoid case at work.
He figured that was just common sense—no need to spell it out!
Plus, at mealtime? The manager would chew him out again!
He squeezed his eyes shut.
"What sitz bath is it?"
The female coworker next to him turned on her phone and asked.
"Oh, not online—prescribed at a clinic. Got the ointment, sitz bath, and these pills together."
The coworker eyed him, asking if it was okay to tell her.
After going this far, hiding the clinic name?
Just spill it or shut up!
"Seongsu Clinic prescribes it. Right by the office."
Jin Baram said curtly.
"Haha! Mine was stage three—they said try once, no effect then surgery. But it's already feeling better bit by bit!"
Totally unasked-for info.
Why know a coworker's personal medical drama?
"Seongsu Clinic, huh?"
But the manager he'd expected to rage pulled out his phone and opened a map app.
These people... all of them?
"Not me—my wife's the one suffering!"
"Even if true, just say it's Manager Kim!"
The manager from another department at the next table had overheard and jumped in with a shout.
Coworker TMI was one thing—boss's wife was way over the line.
Were there really this many hemorrhoid sufferers?
"Nine out of ten have piles" wasn't hyperbole?
Sure, everyone gets minor scrapes that heal quick, but still surprising.
In the end, amid a barrage of TMI, Jin Baram ended up sharing the clinic with eavesdroppers too.
A few hours later.
[Alliance Leader Alliance Leader Alliance Leader]
[Neng?]
[Hemorrhoid High only from Leader's network?]
He was just a regular patient with zero ties to the clinic, yet the manager grilled him on everything.
Sure, a weekend warrior hubby might wonder if his out-of-town wife could get it prescribed, or if he needed to buy and ship it.
But why ask him? He wasn't sales rep!
Of course, he played it cool and said he'd check.
Since he was tight with the head of the Seongsu Clinic network!
[Was till last month, but other clinics taking orders from this month.]
[Oh?]
[Any specific clinic they wanna order from?]
[Ah no, patient asking. My manager's wife!]
After explaining, the Leader shared names of a few clinics.
[Ah, Gwangju order clinic—sending. Told to go nearest.]
[Thx thx!]
[Yup. Wishing your manager's wife quick recovery.]
The Leader was just purely wishing for healing.
But phrasing it "Cheongpung's manager's wife" made it sound like "my in-law's distant cousin's BFF."
All facts, yet felt like dragging in fictional folks to lie.
'No need to hide it that much! Makes me look pathetic?'
No one mocked when his coworker blabbed loudly.
'Well, I did get cured thanks to Leader's referral.'
Jin Baram decided to come clean.
[Manager's wife real deal, and I got cured thanks to it too. Thanks!]
He boldly declared his condition and treatment.
[?????? Cheongpung had hemorrhoids?]
[dudududu]
[OMG lmaoooo what was that lolololol]
But he'd miscalculated one thing.
Unlike company folks who'd dealt with it or knew someone, the guild's average age was low.
Laughter exploded immediately.
He logged into the game, connected voice chat, but the teasing rolled on.
...If only the Leader had been online today to rein them in. The young punks grabbed every chance to roast him during hunts.
"Like you punks won't get it!"
Still, it was fine.
He was cured!
Refreshing, even!
A month of writing promo posts after launching the external decoction site.
I recouped my R&D costs in a flash.
'One more month, and the site build costs will be covered too!'
Expenses weren't huge, but orders exceeded expectations.
Not just An Juhee's do-or-die candies—even mass-market stuff like hot patches and Jauungo saw solid demand.
Hemorrhoid High and the sitz bath agents became surprise smashes.
[Story of Treating Hemorrhoids After 3 Surgeries]
Someone posted their amazing results online.
From the timeline, seemed like a patient from one of the existing network clinics—went viral, even hit the doctor communities.
Anonymous site comments kept updating lists of clinics stocking Hemorrhoid High, sparking thoughts of trying small batches.
"Juhee teacher, time for real staff now, right?"
"Yes..."
Up till now, An Juhee handled everything solo: product dev, decoction, packaging.
But physics said no more.
Stubbornness broken—start with packing part-timers, maybe hire another herbalist.
'Business is scaling up.'
Product orders weren't all—network inquiries surged too.
I'd posted promo under my name in doctor communities; some DM'd.
[Taking network sign-ups?]
Some probing, but others dead serious.
[Your region?]
[Gwangju Metro. Far from your branches!]
[Leave contact—will reach out personally.]
One was super proactive, requesting a meeting.
Not a direct acquaintance, but they'd heard via Kim Chunsik and Chu Miyoung's cases—wanted consulting too.
"Hello, Director! Tough trip here, huh!"
Phone calls gave some issue insights, but nothing beat seeing it live.
I booked the Gwangju trip.
The clinic was in Sangmu District.
Gwangju's key new-city hub—packed with residents and foot traffic.
Clinics aplenty, of course.
"Nice to meet you. Killer interior here."
"Right? Fell in love at first sight during transfer."
The owner: forties, middle-aged woman.
"Prime spot, top-tier fit-out, but I'm full of shortcomings."
She'd shelled out nine figures for the transfer fee, but sales were half the previous owner's—plunged into crisis.
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